Born With a Snake in Both of His Fists

(8 am. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

Jokerman danced to Election Fraud’s Tune,

Stole the White House twice by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.  

Bush is proud of the slaughter, that’s what he said,

As the eyes of your idol with the iron head were glowing . . .

Sanity, fading into the mist,

You were born with a snake in both of your fists, while a hurricane was blowing.

Prison’s just around the corner for you,

But after all this blood and trauma, what good will it do?

Jokerman danced to the Neocon tune,

Savaged Iraq by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.

So swiftly the sun set in the sky,

You packed up and said goodbye to no one,

Fools rushed in where angels feared to tread,

Both of their futures, so full of dread, and you knew it.

Shedding off one more layer of skin,

Keeping one step ahead of the moral cancer within.

Jokerman danced to the GOP’s Tune,

Spewed propaganda by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.

You were on top of the mountain, you could walk on the clouds,

Manipulator of crowds, you’re a dream twister.

You came from Sodom and Gomorrah, but what did Bush care?

Ain’t nobody there as depraved as his sister.

Friend to the racists, friend to thieves without any shame,

They’ll be in the fiery furnace, among the damned without any name.

Jokerman danced to the CEO’s Tune,

Cooked all those books by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.

Well, the Book of Revelation and Machiavelli,

The law of the jungle and the alley are your only teachers.

In the smoke of the twilight, ready to feed,

Jeffrey Dahmer indeed should have carved up your features.

You should be hiding in the fields, in utter disgrace,

All alone neath the stars, with a rabid dog licking your face.

Jokerman danced to the Christianist tune,

Conspired with Judas by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.

The whole country saw you target Valerie Plame,

Cheney did the same, who’d get there first was uncertain.

Yellow cake, unmanned drones and mushroom cloud lies,

NSA wiretaps and spies behind every curtain.

False-hearted judges, reveling in the webs that they’d spin,

Just a matter of time ’til night came stepping in.

Jokerman danced to the Psychopath’s Tune,

Stabbed NOLA in the back by the light of the moon,

Whoa-oa-oa . . . whoa-oa-oa-oa-oa . . . Jokerman.

In this shadowy world, there’s yet another dark door,

Alaska gave birth to a Power Whore, and dressed her in scarlet.

She’d put the priest in her pocket, put the blade to the heat,

Take the motherless children off the street,

To worship at the feet of The Harlot.

Oh, Jokerman, you know what she wants,

Oh, Jokerman, you know what she flaunts . . .